The morning after the party, Iolaus and I sat on a hill looking down at Nemea. My head hurt - even having Hercules' special godly body didn't stop me from feeling sick after drinking too much old Greek wine. Below us, everyone in town was still sleeping after their big party.
"So," Iolaus said, breaking the quiet between us, "want to talk about what's really going on with you?" He was cleaning his sword, but he kept looking at me in a way that made me nervous.
I played with my new golden cloak while trying to think. How could I explain everything? How could I tell him that I wasn't really Hercules, but a teacher from the future who somehow ended up in Hercules' body? That I'd beaten one of the most famous monsters in old stories by using what I learned in school instead of just being strong?
"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to sound normal. "We beat the Nemean Lion. That's what's important, right?"
